Minion Horde Raiding Party Leader
Have you seen my Minion Raiding Party?
My Minion Raiding Party kicked your butt
I love my Minion Raiding Party, but not all at once
My Minion Raiding party broke your nose
My Minion Raiding Party can beat up your Minion Raiding Party
My Minion Raiding Party won't come back
My Minion Raiding Party stole all my clothes
Limited Edition Nicci Trading Card for 6 Year Anniversary
I visited the Realm Haunted House on Halloween 2012 and an Elder took all my candy!
Best RP November 2012
I roamed the realm on Christmas Day 2012
Congrats you made Santas Nice list
Best RP December 2012
Best RP January 2013
Most Promising Character 2012
Summer Bloodies 13 Figurine- Most Promising Character
Summer Bloodies 13 Figurine- Best RPM Cry Havoc, and let slip the Dogs of War!
Best RP November 2013
Black Masquerade ~ 2014 Participant
Black Masquerade ~ 2014 Best Female Costume
Celebrating Nine years of Bloodletting - October 2015
I roamed the realm on Christmas Day 2015

*giggles*
You're welcome and not at all. Mine would be beyond behemoth by now if that was the case.
*grins*
I've got some leftover skittles, if you want something which isn't wheaties to celebrate with.

Ja.. I enjoy museums. -leans against cane- Tell me Fraulein, what is your name? I do not think you ever gave it to me. And why all of a sudden do you wish me to escort you to different places? -brow furrows- Are there no boys your age that call on you?

Alice!
- Approaches. -
- Hands bouquet of daisies. -
Pale flowers for a pale, pretty face.
- Grins. -
Oh, and I took the liberty of keeping the hand they had been attached to. So, you got the best part.
- Nods firmly. -

She had heard rumors, felt a great disturbance throughout the spirit world, but it was not until Bree felt the presence of Alice within the coven house, that she knew something bad had happened. Searching her out and taking one brief look, Bree wrapped her arms around Alice in a gentle hug.

Not even the hum of electronics could mask the silence behind the closed door. Contemplating another knock, Maeve shook her head and let the raised hand fall to the side, as hunger began to gnaw at her gut. Drifting back to her own rooms, Maeve wondered if there was any blood left in Tokyo, or if she should head to Paris and pick up a few French delicacies.

Ever since their return from Fortuna, Maeve had been resting. Hiding out in dark places where no light could find her, though her coven-mates probably would have been able to do so, had they sounded the alarm. Feeling a stirring of something in the coven house, she knew it was time to rise again. Feeling a little wobbly on her feet, Maeve stood silently in the hallway outside her rooms and listened. She knew Julian was in his office, and Alice...

Finding herself outside the door to Alice's suite, she tapped lightly on the door, one word only passing her lips as she waited.

A moment of gentle probing, small surprise and finally calmness as Alice got her categorized and fitted into the model of the world she lived in. Then the offer of visiting with Alice within the walls of the Society. Raising an eyebrow, Maeve took the offer under consideration for a few moments, before catching an unneeded breath.

"Perhaps we should just hang out, out here instead. I'm sure Julian wouldn't mind, but for the time being I do have a home elsewhere."

Maeve looked down at the woman calling herself Alice. Julian, she certainly knew of him. He had been a young teenager when she had arrived at Sine Metu and he later had left for AD. But that all felt like it had happened a long time ago. Much water had run under the bridge since then, washing away a great deal of memories and knowledge.

"Yes the slayers and mutts and angels used to be thick as vermin in the streets. No one went here unless they had a deathwish, or were confident in their own abilities for hitting the target at the first shot."

Canting her head, Maeve studied Alice a little more closely. Her demeanor spoke of a certain nervousness, and willingness to please. With a changing countenance, Maeve smiled. It was not the first time people had had that kind of reaction to her. There had been whispers about meanness and other complimentary terms. Reaching out, she took Alice's hand.

Being pulled out of her reverie of her surroundings, and memories of sanctuaries past, Maeve looked around and finally located the voice. A pale woman, of a persuasion that would not have been found in the city unless she was on a suicide mission. Things certainly had changed in Tokyo.

"Perhaps you can. Can you tell me where the sanctuaries have disappeared to? This city used to be crowded with them."

Shifting from one foot to the other, Maeve wasn't quite sure why she herself had come to Tokyo. A suicide mission maybe, or simply in search of answers.

With a low chuckle rumbling through her chest, Bree listened to the youthful enthusiasm rolling over Alice's lips. She had almost forgotten what it was like to have that kind of interest in anything. Spinning around slowly, Bree tapped a finger to her lips and made a humming sound and she considered her level of knowledge about gardening.

"Well.... I might know a little bit, but mostly I let my gifts work their magic. It has been a long time since I've done gardening without."

Tokyo was getting a bit boring, going through musty old books even more so and most of the crew was out and about in various cities. But Bree, she had stayed back until boredom finally forced her out of the coven house and towards old stomping grounds. London was one of those places, and she knew a few Society members were roaming the streets.

One of the most quiet ones was Alice, and it had taken a while to get a sense of where she was. Finally having her within sight, Bree snook up on her, and quietly whispered in her ear

"The man has gone daft..." *Shayden mumbled to herself. Shenanoska had mentioned at the party that someone should take dear Alice shopping, and naturally her name had come up. High Fashion was not a stranger to her though, and it had been quite some time since she had gotten to visit any shops for some new threads. She sighed softly as she appeared at Alice's door, wrapped lightly on it with her knuckles and then slipped a note through the crack at the bottom.*

"Alice darling, Shen suggests that the ladies of the coven take you shopping. My tastes run a bit dark but I know of quite a few establishments that will do nicely for setting up your wardrobe regardless of whatever styles and colors tickle your little fancy."~Lady Rayne